Alex let out a low, gravelly chuckle against the heated curve of her neck, his dark eyes glittering with wicked, unrestrained amusement.
"Unless..." He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over her flushed cheeks and trembling, parted lips. "You actually wanted to do it right here, darling? With fifty pairs of eyes watching every shiver, every ruined sound?"
He leaned in just a fraction closer, his breath ghosting hot and teasing against her skin.
"Don't tell me you're that kind of pervert, Naomi. Getting off on an audience?"
A fierce, scalding rush of blood surged straight to Naomi's face.
"Shut up," she choked out.
She glared at him, cheeks hot, eyes wet, fury written all over her face. Deep inside, she knew he was not wrong.
If he had not stopped, she would not have cared.
